The knocking at the door together with the evident announcement “I am here” indicated that my Turkish paramour had arrived. The freshly laundered and pressed shirt suggested that his Mum may have selected his wardrobe that morning and apparently you can never wear enough aftershave.
Dressed to impress in my new sundress, my smugness was quickly replaced by dismay when I stepped outside the apartment to discover our chosen mode of transport. It was a small motorbike but more “Naked Chef” than “Sons of Anarchy”. I enquired about helmets to which he responded with a shrug and “s’okay it’s Turkey”. Clearly, you’re never going get rich in Turkey by owning a biking accessory and helmet shop.
So as he was taking corners at 50 mph (didn’t think you could on a moped but hey ho you learn something new every day), he proudly announced that he passed his test after only two lessons with his old mathematics teacher – no kidding! Having observed the random driving manoeuvres of other Turkish drivers; I think that his Maths teacher may also be responsible for teaching the entire Turkish population to drive and was probably permanently drunk or medicated or possibly both. As if I wasn’t traumatised enough, he was obviously determined to demonstrate his ability to multi-task by smoking, answering his mobile phone and waving to various people en-route, whilst driving at the same time. As he accelerated through the back streets he shouted over his shoulder “I am big understand Turkey roads” as he applied the brakes a little too sharply to avoid an oncoming vehicle. Lots of Turkish insults were exchanged before carrying on to our destination. A quick scan through my English/Turkish dictionary later and I was only able to decipher the words “son of a maggot”.
Fortunately, soon after we skidded to an abrupt halt at a small café in the town centre away from the main tourist bars. I dismounted albeit a little too enthusiastically and almost knelt and kissed the ground with relief. My date greeted the waiters and escorted me to a table where our order was quickly taken. He requested an assortment of Turkish dishes and we spent a pleasant leisurely afternoon sat in the shade eating and talking.
Unfortunately, it came to an end all too soon as my date explained he had to get back to the shop for his shift. I mounted the scooter with more than a little trepidation, wishing I had partaken in some Dutch courage for the perilous return journey. Having closed my eyes for the entirety of the ride, we seemed to arrive back at the apartment in record time.
As I thanked him and bade him farewell, I realised that I didn’t know his name. “I am Ahmed” he shouted at me as he drove off at breakneck speed into the sunset.
The ride from hell + your entertaining writing = a very good read. Eagerly waiting for more. I see a book in your future.
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bless you and I thank you for all your encouragement and coming from a professional, it means a lot!
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You’re very welcome. Just remember me when you’re a famous author 🙂
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I love the way you write.
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hahaha…i love your ending!! sounds dashing
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Fab read. Really enjoyed it. I was totally engrossed.
Regards Florence x
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What the others said.. 😉
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I love the story and can’t wait for the next chapter!
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Super funny and the story very much comes to life the way you write about it! Waiting for the next chapter too!
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Hi,
Sounds like a scary ride through the streets of Turkey, I can certainly picture it all very well. I did enjoy the journey. 😀
Seeing I am new to your blog, I will have to go back and try and catch up. 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words
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No, no, the mathematics teacher must have been taught by the chap who was driving the truck, three across from us, passing on a hill, on the way into Istanbul back in the summer of 75, and goodness knows who taught him …
I had never before – or since – seen anything like it. It was a new road, two lanes each way, no division between coming and going. Our van was a bit heavier than usual, having picked up three hitchhikers at the border. Chugging a little, we weren’t surprised when someone overtook us, then they too seemed to be going too slowly, because someone overtook them overtaking us, but no, unbelievable … we were all going too slowly because in the wing mirror was a truck bearing down on us – making it four across. The tricky thing was that coming toward us, around the bend, down the hill, were three across …
I think I can relate to your terror:)
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I’m getting very good at closing my eyes and praying to my maker!
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Ha ha ha! Think that’s a good idea, since you can’t do anything about it, best relax in the lap of God:)
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Ha Ha Ha I can totally relate to this story as that’s our mode of transport too! and I can’t think that they drive any better here in Kuşadasi than in Altinkum lol. Love the way you write, looking forward to the next installment.
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Thank you and fortunately I have had to be a lot braver with the driving situation – I’ve even driven!!!!
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I have nominated you for the Lovely Blog Award,
http://jillianlevi.wordpress.com/2012/06/14/ill-admit-it-gave-me-a-huge-smile-3/
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Thank you – don’t know what to say and congrats yourself!
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Thanks for stopping by my blog. Yours is really fun–made me laugh.
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Thank you – enjoyed yours too and love the name
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Haha! Sounds great 🙂
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I think you’re braver than I!
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Mmmm i don’t know! That moped ride was pretty on the edge!
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I have always admired the Turkish tendency to multitask on a motorbike. As I have told friends before: If there is a God, He is hard at work in Turkey.
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I did laugh at that!
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You write good and this is a great story… A meant to be story…
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I hope it has a happy ending!
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Me too…
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Oh goodness, your life is the reality show I’d actually be interested in watching
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I’m quite boring really – honest!
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had a similar experience in Naples, as a local boy (many moons ago) I had met, thought nothing of going at full speed down one-way street ….. only in the opposite direction… not stopping at any red lights etc… Turkey and Naples? quite similar… 😉
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I think they may share driving instructors!
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Hair raising, but totally “Mills & Boon” 🙂
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You can’t beat a bit of romance!
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Ahmed framed in Sunset….totally romantic….
Sherri-Ellen & Nylablue
(think I need a 12 step program///am addicted…)
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Which just goes to prove that you don’t have to be a cowboy to ride off into the sunset
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